Dark Matter - Poem by GRANT FRASER
You have to tear out the goodness
chuck away the greatest part of
words get tied,
I can't believe them,
they will not apply,
So I kick the Sun
like a meaningless football...
Far across the lost fold,
so I will not have to see
what I see,
And that is enough, at least,
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